Amy Secrist

Tag: cardinals

  • I see the golden leaves

    I see the golden leaves fluttering in frozen wind, I feel an empty sky, the circumference of joy is hard to find. I catch the cardinal’s red flash under scattered bits of sun, I know the cracking cold, come cold winter, come.

  • For My Husband on His Birthday (or, of winter and waiting)

    This winter lasts, but our time moves steadily from its first unfolding, and we find ourselves in the already but not yet of the journey.  Green plants push through dirt beneath the frozen snow.  Sunlight shines through windows covered with a long winter’s filmy grime.  We wait for warmth and wait for wisdom.  We are…

  • Twentieth Sunday in Ordinary Time (I hear the cardinal)

    I hear the cardinal sound his call, his metallic “chip, chip, chip!” I wonder whom he is warning off, or what he is challenging. I peer up at the nest, notice the shredded, grimy bits of plastic. I think about how nothing is perfect, yet we are challenged to reach perfection. I touch the branch,…